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Uluru

The slayer of beasts on the hunt for and an even greater quarry...

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a character in “Nomad Clan”, as played by PirateofPie

Description

"To survive in these lands, you do what you have to"

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Name: Uluru
Sex: Male
Age: 39

Physical Description: A dark skinned man with tall stature and an alert demeanor, Uluru is fairly well built, clearly one who has traversed a good deal of the Sea of Sand's dangerous sands before. A prematurely graying ponytail of dreadlocks and a worn expression on his face oftentimes makes him seem older than he actually is. He has a shave beard, with cuts around his chin that suggest, he often does the shaving himself, and not without mishap.
Clothing: White and blue scale-like material acts as body armor for Uluru. On his hands he sports thicker armored white gloves with jagged black circuitry acting as stripes and odd indentures on the back, meant to be used to fit crystals into He sports a brown cloak to shield him from sandstorms and other temperamental weather phenomenons of the Sea of Sand. A mask, resembling a welding mask hangs from his neck. When the weather gets especially rough he puts it on for extra protection. A blue sash is tied around his waist, holstering a variety of weapons and gadgets on his person.
Height: 6'3
Weight: 243
Skin Colour: Dark brown
Hair Colour: Black and gray
Eye Colour: Brown

Occupation: Monster Slayer
History/Bio: A man who has traversed the Sea of Sand for quite some time, occasionally traveling alone and occasionally alongside caravans, Uluru has found a living for himself by making the use of the unique skills he acquired during his tenure at the university. Skills of survival and how to fend off the various creatures that roam the desert and prey on the unsuspecting. There was good trade to be had in the pelts, eyes, horns, and other various body parts of these monsters, as well as many a grateful settlement willing to pay handsomely in food and drink in return for their continued well being. Caravans often hired him as a bodyguard in order for him for that very same reason and he gladly accepted.

And while the food and drink was more than welcome, Uluru did not choose to leave the safety of the university for no particular reason...he was searching for something. Someone perhaps. Why else would he leave a haven so safe? Normally a talkative sort if one gets him going, although one would not guess that from looking at him, any who caught him alone would see him staring into the night sky, contemplative and pensive, wondering where it all went wrong...
Home Town: The Solemn Shores- a massive sprawling settlement along the coast of the Toxic Sea,
Native Clan: The University
Population: Around 7300
Settlements: The Solemn Shores, which itself is a sizable chunk of the Toxic Sea's shoreline.
Location: The coast of the Toxic Sea
Description: From it's inception just around eighty years ago, the University has been a bastion of learning in the Sea of Sand. Though knowledge of the old world had long been lost and forgotten, a gathering a of studious minds determined that thorough knowledge of the world and it's secrets would be the key to bringing a sense of education and wonder and in a world where such virtues were often forgotten. These studious minds labored for two decades, fortifying and securing an area many had claimed inhospitable and shaping it for their own use. Now where was once an ominous dunes of sand lies a massive building in the center of a impressive array of settlements and houses, guarded by a massive stone wall that encompasses the settlement.

A thriving community dedicated to teaching survival in the sands and the importance of the procurement and study of Taqa Crystals and anything pertaining to the Old World. Though it is well known along the eastern Sea of Sand, in the west, denizens of the desert are likely not to have heard much of it other than the name and the fact that it's some sort of school.

Personality: Uluru's general demeanor and attitude aren't quite what one expects from an honored graduate of the university. He speaks frankly and can be very talkative at that, he doesn't quite hesitate to say the first thing that comes to mind, though one always gets the feeling he's holding something back. Regrets, perhaps? He tends to find the humor in odd situations, often reacting with wry amusement, possibly from a a countless amount of time spent wandering the hazardous environments. Despite being a slayer of monsters and beasts, he does not find any particular joy in killing them ,seeing it only as a job.In fact he seems to have a fondness for the creatures of the sands, enjoying discovering what little of nature can thrive in these harsh lands, including people. More than anything he's impressed by the human tenacity even in the harshest of lands.

He can be a bit belligerent around others can put his own goals ahead of others. He has a big interest in learning about the lands surrounding the Sea of Sand and their various cultures.
Fears and Desires: His fear and desire revolve around each other. He doesn't want to lose track of whatever he's searching for our in the west for he cannot or will not return home without it and of course he desires to find any clue that can bring him closer to what he seeks. Another desire of his is knowledge about the various cultures that surround the sea of sand, but our otherwise complete unknowns to the denizens of the desert.

Equipment and Weapons:Sports a incision in his gloves that, with a crystals fitted inside, causes the black lines of circuitry to glow yellow and fire out a stunning burst of bio-electricity from afar. He also wields a scimitar for close ranged fighting. his belt is lined with numerous cloth pouches. Half of which store crystals that are augmented to act as grenades with various attributes. The other half are essentially poisons made from a mishmash of rare desert vegetation and the remains of his quarry. As far as other weapons goes, he has a pair of metallic silver boomerangs made of an mineral found in several mines near the University.

Not quite equipment either but he also has a mount. Yanyan, a sand ray, a giant fish-like creature the size of a horse that levitates off of the ground, providing Uluru with transport, though it's not particularly fast. It also acts as his personal messenger, carrying the pelts of various monsters he's killed to those who wanted them dead and returning to Uluru with the bounty.
Styles and Abilities: Uluru fights tactically, often planting traps and various other tricks of his trade to hurt his prey before he's even begun fighting. When he's personally fighting, he is able to hold his own, by fighting agilely, moving striking and darting or rolling somewhere around his opponent to get at them from another angle.

So begins...

Uluru's Story

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"Must've gotten loose from somebody using them for labor," Uluru shrugged at the man in the odd hat that had approached them after the commotion settled. "Bad idea unless you can keep 'em fed. But it seems to have quieted down now, so either all of them have been taken down...or some have just wandered put of town."

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"Labor against their will, most likely," Jake snorted. "Why anyone would even want to use them, as they're notoriously unreliable..." He turned to the Salamand. "Let the others know to get out of town, and be quick about it, and not cause any more trouble."

The Salamand nodded and disappeared into the dirt.

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan
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"Eh, feed them regularly enough and they can be handy for menial tasks," Uluru shrugged as yet another commotion began to unfold in the bazaar, the continued increasing frequency of which made Uluru start to think that this sort of thing was commonplace within Dol-Duna.

"A wetlander, huh?" Uluru muttered. "Not quite what I expected from what I'd heard..." he noted as the crowd began to gather and throw produce at the foreigner. Uluru shook his head. Not the most rational reaction, considering what little people knew of the Wetlands or this Wetlander in particular. Though from his words, he seemed to know a bit about Dol-Duna...and the Naima Nomad Clan in particular.

"Strange turn of events," Uluru spoke aloud to the others gathered nearby. "You never hear much tale of Wetlanders screaming their bloody lungs out in the Sea of Sand."

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan
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Tetra laughed lightly as Trynn once again let out a smug bleat. "Yeah... They probably remember the last group of Salamands we ran across. Nasty things," She scowled before calling the rest of the herd towards her. Luckily, they weren't injured too bad, just some superficial scratches that wouldn't cause any problems. Except for their looks, but Tetra wasn't about to get huffy about having goats without blemish. As long as they were healthy and happy, they were good enough for her.

She smiled in greeting as a man who introduced himself as Uncle Andle approached. At the suggestion of compensation, however, Tetra quickly shook her head. "Oh no, it's fine. None of them were hurt too badly. They should be fine in a week or two."

Since most of the Salamands seemed to have either run off or been subdued, Tetra relaxed significantly and continued to calm the goats. They were still a little riled up after fighting, but nothing that a little hugging wouldn't solve. That is, whenever Tetra actually had enough time to hug and comfort all of them. People began to slowly converge where they were standing, so she managed to push all her goats behind her except Trynn, who insisted on standing directly next to her. He stomped his hooves at anyone who came to close, but made no move to attack. Yet. Tetra realized that a small group had amassed and decided an introduction was in order.

"I'm Tetra, by the way. Tetra Malgore. I've come to the bazaar for ten years now, selling my extra goats. But some of them," here she glared mockingly at Trynn, "refuse to leave. So then I'm stuck with them for the rest of my days."

She was distracted when the Wetlander came crashing in and began screaming about the Naima clan. But before anything else could happen, the guards had already "handled" the problem by attacking the man. Tetra winced as people began to jeer and throw rotten fruit. That seemed a little harsh.

"I don't think most Wetlanders would ever lower themselves to leave their city, let alone come all the way out here," Tetra murmured in answer to another man's statement.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan
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Ka'Wa looked over in terror at the group of assembled characters with a loud gulp.

"I don't know them," she said softly and looked somewhat embarrassed. "But if it'll help..."

A look of determination came over her face and she balled her hands up into fists. Striding over awkwardly to the group, she gave herself a small pep talk in the course of walking to them. I can do this, I can do this. Just tell them you need help. They're good people surely, they won't deny.

"Um, excuse me!" Ka'Wa said loudly, trying to attract the attention of the various people in front of her. "I need some help freeing the prisoner. Yes, he is a Wetlander, but there is no real crime he has committed! And not only that, but he says a threat is coming that he will tell more about if we free him!"

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund
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Aisha turned her attention to the guard, who had seemingly called out to them. "I need some help freeing the prisoner. Yes, he is a Wetlander, but there is no real crime he has committed! And not only that, but he says a threat is coming that he will tell more about if we free him!" Aisha wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to get involved or not, but, her attention was drawn to one of the taller men, who voiced his opinion. "I'm not quite certain that's wise," he said, "A man acts mad in the streets, resists getting locked up, then claims he's innocent? Nothing about that spells common sense."

Aisha couldn't resist speaking up. "I... I differ!" What Aisha lacked in height, she made up for in her tone. She raised a hand in front of her, giving her the appearance as if she had some sort of divine authority. She explained, "Regardless of his origins or actions, all men deserve mercy. Without given a chance, no one will ever be able to rectify their ways. Those who are mad are merely lost souls in need of attention. If a man pleads himself innocent, then surely, he believes goodness is right and he is good. Please, give him a chance!"

Even if she wasn't sure how she felt about Wetlanders, Aisha was still firm in her belief that all could be converted to righteousness.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund
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Bohdana jumped in surprise overhearing the conversation that was happening close by. She forgetfully dropped the golden idol in her pocket, thinking more about not getting into the trouble that she sensed was brewing if she stayed about this group of Wetlander sympathizers. It was clear to her now that she'd overstayed her curiosity. This situation was bordering into possible conflict and she wanted nothing to do with it.

The crowd consumed her. Boh's form drifted unnoticed through the rest of the bazaar as she went about the last of her errands....

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund
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"All I need to know is what kind of threat was he alluding to? Did he give any details at all?" Uluru asked curtly, glancing over at the Wetlander hanging in the wooden cage and mentally noting that he didn't exactly exude trustworthiness. "I don't particularly care whether he's guilty or not, I'm not particularly looking to break any laws in this town," he shook his head before stating jokingly, "Not before I visit the Nomads' tents anyway."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan
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"My apologies miss, Duneyrr is tired and I believe he mistook your hair for a kind of flower that grows in our homeland in the spring." Sören says, tugging on one of the stags antlers to pull him away once he has released the woman's hair. "And he is not a horse, but a stag. I take it they are not a common sight here in Dol-Duna..."

He sounds a bit tired when he says this, which he is. People have been mistaking Duneyrr for something other than what he is all day now. Patting the stag on the neck he walks back to the wagon, rummages around in the back for a moment, then pulls out an apple and holds it out for Duneyrr, who takes a large bite and nuzzles Sören's hand. "Go on ahead Duneyrr, you know where we usually stay. I'll be there in a bit."

After taking another bite of the apple, leaving little more than the core in Sören's hand, Duneyrr eyes the woman's pink hair once more before lowering his head a little and trudging onward. The northman watches as the crowd parts for the stag and the wagon. For being an animal, Duneyrr was very intelligent, and Sören often saw him as a brother over anything else. Soon the wagon is lost around a corner and Sören turns his attention back to the crowd around him as another woman shouts at them, saying something about the wetlander and how he has important information he needs to share. If what she said was true, then someone should at least hear the fellow out. With a sigh he reaches up to rub the back of his head, causing his helm to shift and his antlers to sort of dance about on his head for a moment before he straightens his helm again and turns towards the direction of the commotion.

"Let's see what he has to say then." Sören says, cracking his neck as he looks down at the pink haired woman. "Excuse me, please. And again, I apologize about your hair."

The northman makes his way to the crowd and past the woman who had been yelling a moment ago. The day had been a long and tiring one, and he just wanted things to be simple for a time. No stopping to talk or correct people about what Duneyrr was. Sören made his way directly to the cage where the wetlander was being held and walked straight up to the man.

"You are the one they call the wetlander, yes?" Sören asks, eyes glowing a bit in the shadow of his cloak as he looks the man over. "You do not seem to pose a threat, so I do not see why these bars are needed. In any case, I have heard that you know of some danger coming to this land, is that true? If so I would hear those words from your lips." When Sören reaches out with his left hand there is a layer of frost over his flesh like a lattice work of lace, and when he touches the wood around the lock it spreads, causing the wood to freeze suddenly, weakening it after being exposed to so much heat for such a long time. "It is against the law to let you free, but that does not mean you could not find a way to escape."

When he pulls his hand away, the wood around the lock begins to dry and crack in the heat.

"It seems there are some who might help you in this village. I would suggest you wait until nightfall to try and leave your cage, but that is up to you. Until then, please, tell me of this threat."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan
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#, as written by WilPen
"My mistake," Whisper spoke as she attempted to smooth down her horse-licked hair. She nearly felt bad watching the animal leave. Perhaps she could do with less hair if the poor animal really wanted it. She looked over the man in front of her, mildly surprised to see she didn't recognize him. Not that she knew many people, but she at least knew of them.

Curiosity got the better of her and she followed the antlered man, wondering if they were actually growing from his head. Sure, that would be unusual, but not unheard of in her travels. Rather than asking, she decided to observe the interaction to figure out what she could. From his words, the horse man seemed to know what this prisoner had done; something Whisper still wasn't sure about.

Content to watch, she leaned against a corner in a lazy manner.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan
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#, as written by Zalgo
"Sir, please! Wait a second! When can I expect the work will be finished? Where can I retrieve my necklace when finish? Also, um, how can I be sure that you, um... Even if you are kind, I would like some assurance that the work will be finished skillfully."

Thessir looked up at her, listening as she went on about the necklace. Plenty of questions, some of them odd.

"I spoke of the time, of few greater marks. Equal to or less than approximately three marks estimated. You receive repaired necklace at my location." He answered her first two questions as though he expected her to already of known such matters. Before he could answer her third question she broke away from the conversation as a woman spoke of freeing the wetlander.


While he was most interested in who he is and why he's come so far out the issue seemed to grow muddy with voices as various folks responded in a variety of ways. He wanted to help if only to sate his desire to know more but simply trying to talk over everyone seemed to be a fruitless expenditure of his effort. Instead he figured he'd tackle the other end of the issue, the people the man referred to as the Nomad Clan.

"Do you know of where the Nomad clan the man in the cage spoke of is? Their interest might be in this." He spoke to the woman who had approached them asking for help. It only seemed appropriate to Thessir to involve those the stranger had spoken of since he seemed so adamant on speaking with them. After all, what harm could that do?

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Ka looked uncomfortable and resisted the temptation to look down at her hands.

"He said something about an airship coming for him?" Ka frowned and pointed to the dune in the west Skullivan had pointed at. "From over there. I think he called it the leviathan and he said it would be here within the hour."

When another question was asked concerning the nomad clan, Ka's eyes widened and she scolded herself mentally for being smart enough to have asked about.

"I'm sorry but I didn't ask about the nomad clan he was seeking, " Ka said with a small bow.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund
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"Enjoy. Thank you for your trade." Musa said absently, one ear on her customer and the other listening to the voices rising above the hum of the crowd. The first thing she heard was a woman announcing that she wanted to free the Wetlander turned prisoner. While a kind, yet illegal endeavor, it was foolish of her to yell out her intent in the middle of a large crowd. She could hear the sharp whispers among the other merchants and their buyers. Grabbing and donning her staff, she begins moving away from a blank space where a vase just was while leaving her tent to be handled by the rest of her party. She placed herself near a man with a curved sword. She was close enough to him to be labeled as a listener but far enough to not be associated with him.

Then, after listening to the last of the comments on the amored female's plans, she spoke up herself in a clear voice. "Even if anyone were to assist you, it would be foolish to. I'm sure that guard over there heard your plan when you shouted it for the whole Bizarre to hear. In fact, he's watching you with narrowed eyes. He's watching all of us." She waves her hand in the direction of said guard, of which her eyes were trained upon ever since mentioning him. After a bit, her gaze slid over those assembled before she would look to the girl in the center again, switching her weight onto one leg.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan
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Tetra grimaced as another woman asked for help in freeing the Wetlander. She wasn't going to touch this with a ten foot pole. Especially now that it had been announced to the entire surrounding area that someone was planning a breakout. But before Tetra could point that out, someone else came along and said the exact same thing she had been thinking. Tetra immediately nodded and gestured towards the newcomer.

"She's right. And if he somehow manages to escape, even without your help, the guards will immediately suspect you and take you in for questioning," Tetra shuddered slightly. "And it wouldn't be a pretty interrogation, either." She didn't know what "airship" this Wetlander had supposedly told the woman about, but Tetra had a feeling it would be a good idea to get out of town relatively quickly. "I guess the Summer Bizarre will be ending a little early for me," she sighed wistfully before brushing her hair out of her face. "It probably isn't very safe here anymore for any of us."

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#, as written by Zalgo
"He said something about an airship coming for him?" The woman mentioned when questioned as to what the wetlander was speaking about. "From over there. I think he called it the leviathan and he said it would be here within the hour."

Interesting. He contemplated about what she said. He was not overly familiar with the means by which these people kept their time since he was from Downder where there was no day or night and he spent most of his time beyond in Bola Brisk, a place with little sunlight in between all the frozen storms. The hour sounded soon however. If the airship was so close wouldn't it be visible? He'd have to find someplace high up and see for himself.


"I'm sorry but I didn't ask about the nomad clan he was seeking." The woman apologized in response to his question. It was strange to apologize given what he had asked. It just didn't seem to add up. Though understandable as she wasn't very well informed in regards to the nomad clan in question it didn't mean they couldn't find the answer from someone.

"Someone knows more. Proposal to ask-" He was interrupted as some other strange characters involved chimed in on their thoughts on her idea to break the wetlander free. Indeed, it seemed as though this was a rather careful group given their considerations. Before he could continue on with trying his hand at solving the riddle of the frantic wetlander the woman grew more and more distressed until eventually she fled away from the market, vanishing within the crowd.


He was already confused and the pain in his eyes was starting to spread back into his brain now. He wanted to move forward, not be stuck in a rut with a group of unmotivated strangers. Opting for some action he waved over the woman of blue garb with the rare bracelets and started moving in the direction they had taken the wetlander.

On his way however his eyes caught the tell-tale glimmer of gold along the ground. It was a golden statue halfway buried in a patch of mud along the ground. He was quite surprised. People generally don't find miniature statues wrought from valuable metals left laying about where boots tread. He looked over the statue carefully like a crow would with any shiny new acquisition. It was a figure of an effeminate person of some sort with letters etched up along a side in a language he had yet to learn to read.


"Fascinating. I am of wondering of where the statue was made. Perhaps wetlander knows." He spoke to the woman who's necklace he was still holding onto. He still had full intentions of finishing his job but right now there was neither the time nor the place for that. Most of his best work was done at night anyways. As he walked towards the cage where the wetlander was he looked back to check if the woman in blue was still following before turning his attention back towards the wetlander as he approached.

"Stranger of the wet lands, I presume this is yours?" He presented the idol before the wetland man stuck in the cage. His hat obscured the upper half of his face, leaving only a strange pale grin set in a rather short standing figure of dark clothes before the cage of bone. The concealment of his face was not intentional of course, just the result of him trying to block as much of the sun as he was physically capable of. Nonetheless it was suffice to say he did not appear as an immediately trustworthy looking character.


"Perhaps you might speak of the clan you seek. Your movement is blocked but mine is free. You do seek them, correct?" Although his understanding of the language was remarkably good for how little time he's had to learn it there was still something left to be desired when it came to getting his point across clearly. Though he'd much rather be reading ancient writings scrawled upon forgotten temples speaking was without a doubt necessary. He just needed to master the vast differences between his people's method of communication and the outlander's methods.

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"This is the second time I've heard mention of them, wetlander," Uluru replied, approaching the prisoner finally, having gone off to do other business in Dol-Duna for a bit before returning to the scene of the foreigner's arrival. "I've asked around and no one can seem to tell me much about them. The one guy who seemed to know anything didn't seem to hold them in high regard. So what's so important about them, kid?"

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"The Naima are experts on the Change. You know the Change, right? You're aware of the Change?" Skullivan glared out intensely. "The Naima almost found it... they were just missing a few pieces." Skullivan swallowed, spotting Ka'Wa in the back of the group that had gathered at his cage. "A threat is coming, you want to save this village? You have to get me to that Nomad Clan."

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"I'd rather just get out of this village if it's all the same to you," Uluru shrugged slightly. "If I want information on the Naima Nomads, all I have to do is ask them myself. As it stands, I'm not sure I trust you to keep your word," Uluru stated, turning around to male his leave. "The Change, huh? Thought it just a legend..." he muttered as he made his way past a large stand, newly set up stand, selling fruit to eager customers who had a beef with Skullivan.

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"If I may interject," Aisha interjected, "The Naima Clan, the Change... I'm sorry sir, but, you're sorely mistaken. It's a forgivable mistake, but, it's a dangerous one as well. You see, the Naima Clan, they are complete fabulists. Deceivers. Liars. They are false leaders." Aisha cleared her throat and began to explain.

"As you know, it is a common belief among us all in the desert, and I guess among you Wetlanders as well, that the Change is... somewhere, something external, some big miracle that's somehow going to make our lives better. It is the biggest source of hope among us all, who live such troubled lives in such a harsh world. However, hope is a potent drug, and although drugs may heal, when taken in the wrong doses, they prove to seriously harm and become fatal to us. So many souls have been lost to the chasing of a legend—a myth! The biggest fools were the Naima Clan. They were fabled to be the closest to finding the Change, which led them to be honored by all. That proved to be a huge mistake. Thus, they were exiled from here, only to simply disappear, and nobody knows where they have gone. They're souls were most likely consumed by both the sand and their false hopes and resulting despair. To count on finding them is, too, a false hope."

"I understand if you're in denial, many are, for your beliefs are very difficult to shake, but please, don't despair either, for there is true hope, a true Change. It's not out there and the pieces who speak of are simply mental constructs or rumors spread to deliberately continue spreading the drug of which both the desperate and the foolish drink. The Change, my friend, is within you, as it is within us all. The correct thing to do would be to strive to achieve it within ourselves, through the principles of our Creed, through self-improvement and acceptance, and you will truly find peace within your heart."

"Please, I hope you all understand. I only wish to save every person I can. Good sir, I can save you from this prison, this prison of strife in your heart, if you're willing to trust me. If somebody seeks to harm you, I can try to help you. No, I will help you, for it is what I am trained to do, as it is my righteous duty. I know a place safe from whomever pursues you, and safe from your own anxiety. Just trust me." Aisha reached her hand out between the bars and offered it to the Wetlander, no, the innocent man who was trapped in there.

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The Wetlander Traitor stared at Aisha, wide-eyed at her proposition, and the hand she now offered him. But instead, of taking it, he slapped it - like some sort of high-five, before approaching the bars and standing over her. "In the Wetlands we don't... have your legends, we don't have the Change or whatever. I didn't even know much about it... until..." He swallowed, glancing up at Aisha - looking her in the eyes. "Until I found out it was real."

As Uluru walked away the stones as his feet began to rumble. A rotting apple shook off a stand and splattered onto his feet. Uluru grimaced, feeling the rotting apple juice seeping through his boats and trickling in between his toes. Skullivan grabbed hold of his wooden bars as they began to vibrate. "Oh no..." He whispered. "Oh no..."

***

In the Iron Bar the chairs began to vibrate, the glasses beginning to clatter. The bartender grabbed hold as a few bottles vibrated off his shelf and shattered on the earth-floor of the bar. "No! Do you know how valuable liquid is, how hard it is to get drink to Dol-Duna!" The bartender exclaimed as across the bar more drinks shattered off tables - but no one was listening. Instead people's eyes were to the windows, where the sunlight was blocked out.

***

Outside all eyes were off Skullivan's cage as above the rooftops a massive object covered the sky. Made of metal and machinery it was clear, but cleanly disguised in a way none in the Qafar had seen. Smooth black metal panels, glass windows, and a low-hum hung beneath a mile of armour-reinforced, triangular balloon. On the side, in thirty foot white letters were the words WETLANDER. This was their Leviathan Airship - and from the grounds of the bazaar, despite it flying only slightly above the rooftops, it was impossible to see the entire thing end to end.

The body of the black airship came to a halt atop the bazaar - the only sunlight coming in around it's gigantic form. It was nearly the length of Dol-Duna entirely. Suddenly dozens ladders flung down from all along the length of the airship, unravelling and hitting the ground. From the skies figures began to slide down toward the sandy town below. Black-uniformed soldiers, clean leather boots and gloves and helmets with silver design of a wave on them. On their backs massive rifles and swords with electrical static visible sparking off them. Once they hit the ground the soldiers would run to the sides of the bazaar, instantly blocking off entrance to the main-street.

From the centre of the airship a blast of air came out, a platform lowering from the belly of the beast. "Friends!" A loud, slightly smug voice called from the platform. In the centre was a man in a black uniform - though different from the soldiers that now surrounded the bar. Much more fanciful. The man had golden-brown hair combed back, squinting eyes, and a slightly smug smile. He had his hands behind his back as he descended. Two other figures stood behind him, but remained silent.

The platform reached the ground, at the entrance of the Iron Bar, where the terrified townsfolk backed away. The brown haired man stepped off the platform casually. "The Dol-Duna Summer Bazaar," He commented, stepping toward a stand and pulling a necklace of jewels off it. "Nice." He flicked it away, casually pulling a pistol out and swinging it around those present. "As you may have guessed we are from the Wetlands. I'm leading us into... your charming little desert. On behalf of our leaders," He began, looking around the bazaar. "And we are on the lookout for one man." One of the other's on the platform pulled out a small device, a red hologram of Skullivan's face lighting up on it.

"That man!" The man, seemingly the leader of the airship, spoke up. "Is a traitor. And a very dangerous criminal. And he's somewhere in your town, probably killing someone! I don't know!" The leader said, before turning away. "So, we are willing to offer fifty golden Wetland coins as reward for anyone who turns him in." On the platform behind him a chest of gold was opened - coins were worthless in the desert, each clan either trading or having their own system. But gold was gold, in any form.

The leader glanced back at the crowds. "We'll just keep our guards posted to make sure no one leaves until we get him. Sound fair?"

At the entrances the black Wetlander guards rose their electric rifles in unison, and by the cage where our heroes were camped out they would notice Skullivan vanished - the wooden bars that Sören had weakened now completely broken. The more watchful of the group may have noticed the tatters of his black uniform running off into an alley...

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The kid wasn't lying after all, Uluru soon discovered after the state of this grew all the more stranger much too quickly. Wetlanders. In a giant contraption, that without a doubt must've been the aforementioned airship. Decked in uniforms that Uluru had never before witnessed, the Wetlander seemed to be in search of that Skullivan character, who they claimed was a violent criminal. "That is a lot of gold..." Uluru whistled, eyeing the chest of riches. Coin may be a thing only fit for fairy tales, but gold was all too real.

But, if Skullivan knew about the Change...so did these Wetlanders, who he trusted even less. If the Skull's story really did check out, then the Naima Nomads may be in danger as well. "Guess my brief stay in Dol-Duna just got a whole lot shorter..." he sighed, shaking his head.

"Wetlanders!" Uluru called out. "I'll have your traitor, but you better make sure I'll have you keep your end of the deal!" He shouted, pointing to the treasure chest. "That golddamn gold!"

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The Wetland leader turned to Uluru - who had stepped forward from the crowd. "Sorry, who are you?" The leader questioned, glancing back at his soldiers. "Who is he?" The leader glanced at Uluru again before smiling. "You want the gold, cowboy, it's yours - for the man." The leader glanced up over the market, as several armoured characters in the crowd had pulled out their weapons and descended into shop entrances and side-streets - warriors and mercenaries attending the festival, obviously also on the hunt for Skullivan and the reward of gold. "Whoever brings him to us gets the prize. And we let your bizarre bazaar continue on."

The leader turned to Uluru before shooing him away with his pistol. "Go on. Fetch."

***

"Oh yeah, thanks," The soldier said, grabbing Rusten's drink and smashing it into the ground before kicking his table over, causing Xaverius and the other's he spoke to to raise. "WETLAND TRAITOR. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?" The soldier yelled at Rusten as his comrades searched the bar. The barkeeper cried in the corner over his expensive drinks.

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"Yanyan!" Uluru shouted into the sky, waiting a bit before an oddly shaped figure appeared, gliding in the sky, screeching an odd high pitched skrieks. It was a sand ray, a beast not quite known on the western half of the Sea of Sand.

The beast swooped dowm, allowing Uluru to leap atop it's back, the creature being large enough to support the beast hunters weight. Folding his arms as the fishy beast took flight, towards the direction he was sure Skullivan ran in. Uluru scouted out for any sight of the tattered rags the Wetland Traitor sported. As hehovered, above the ground, he spotted a man decked in armor, checking out what appeared to be tracks in the sand.

"Well there's a lead," Skullivan mused, narrowing his eyes to see if he could spot where the trail of footprints led to. "First things forst, however..." he spoke, adjusting his glove as a stunning shock blasted forth from it, causing one of his would be rivals to fall face first into the sand.

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Elise was stunned by the sight of the airship, yet she couldn't deny the excitement it made her feel. She wondered what it must be like to fly above the desert. She shook her head, focusing on what the man had said about the Change. "So," She started before noticing the man was gone. "Wha...?" The other's around her grew restless. The gold offered by the Wetlanders meant nothing to her, but for those she stood near, it seemed to be tempting. Suddenly she felt the rush of wind as something flew overhead, "A sand ray?" She watched as the man jumped onto the beast's back and took off in search of Skullivan.

She then approached the woman who had told Skullivan that the Change wasn't real, "So, you're a follower of the Creed? Didn't think I'd run into anyone from home this far out." She kept walking, not looking the young woman in the eye, "I think we should go and find this man, hear what he has to say about the Change," she shrugged, "After all, he's not from here so why would he put any faith in our legends, Change or Creed?" She smirked, giving Aisha a wink before taking off down the alley in the direction Skullivan had run. "I just hope I can find him before that money hungry man with the Sand Ray does..."

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Uluru followed the tracks as they led him just outside the north wall of Dol-Duna. There he found the traitorous wetlander as well as another, more odd looking figure. He had seen this person before, he was one of the people that gathered to witness Sullivan's noisy arrival. He seemed to be conversing with the former prisoner, and as soon as Uluru heard enough of them, he steered Yanyan down towards the Sandy dunes.

"Wetlanders and wannabe bounty hunters alike are seeking your head," he informed Skullivan. "So, suffice to say, I believe you now. I assume that if you k ow about the Change, your fellow Wetlanders might as well. You think they might have the idol?"